The Boss Deal - Penny Wylder Page 0,5

teasing the very edge of my skirt. My breathing picks up as his fingers inch closer, and closer, until he finally brushes the center of my pussy.

I can't stop the moan that comes out of my mouth. It's throaty, raw, and full of need. He starts to kiss my neck, his lips hot as they sear my skin, leaving tingles in their wake.

From the corner of my eyes, I see the driver watching us in the rear view mirror. Running my hands through my sexy stranger's hair, I pull his ear to my lips. “We have an audience,” I say, plucking his lobe with my teeth.

“Let him watch,” he says back, his words breathy and greedy as his hand moves across my panties and brushes my clit.

My entire body tenses as the sensation spills over my body, wrapping me like a thick blanket. He flicks the tender bud again, and I rock my hips, begging for more. He moves his lips across my shoulder, up my throat, then captures my jaw in his hand.

Twisting my head in his direction, he kisses me hard, bruising my lips with intense hunger. I can feel him, every gnawing desire sits on the tip of his tongue. My lips part easily, granting him access.

Tonight's for thoughtless pleasure. Tonight's for lawless bodies and forgotten rules.

Tonight's for every dirty dream I've ever had about being reckless.

Our tongues swirl and taste, licking and wrapping as they dance around each other. His hand squeezes my tit, and he groans into my mouth as his finger slips under my panties and graze my wet pussy.

Rubbing my hand over his cock, I feel how hard he is through his jeans. He's standing at full attention, tenting his pants. Inching his zipper down, I slip my hand into his pants, and wrap around his length.

My fingers barely reach each other, his cock is so thick. Moving my hand up and down slowly, I stroke him lightly. His tip is swollen, sticky, and his eyes roll back in his head.

I can feel the driver still watching us, and I can't lie, it's kind of a turn on. Working my hand a little faster, I run my tongue up the side of his neck. He's circling my clit with the pad of his finger, making my pussy throb.

“Ahem,” the driver coughs loudly, getting our attention.

We both freeze, our breathing heavy and labored. Sexy stranger looks out the window, then tugs some money from his pocket, holding it between the two front seats.

“Thanks, keep the change,” he says, throwing the door open and helping me climb out.

I adjust my skirt, tugging it down my thighs. The driver has a little smirk on his face as he nods at us. He doesn't seem as affected as I thought he might be, then again, he probably sees this stuff multiple times a night here in the city.

Rough fingers wrap mine, tearing me away. My ankles buckle slightly as I regain my balance. The man takes me through the lobby and to an elevator. He pushes the button, his eyes flicking to me, then back to the light above the elevator, and back to me.

He's impatient, eager, and that excites me. I can't wait for him to ravage me. I want him to take me, to destroy me, to turn me into a wicked little vixen.

I know nothing about this man at all. I know he has green eyes. I know he has dark chestnut hair. I know he's about six feet tall and has expensive taste in suits. I know his lips are warm and his hands have a slight roughness that tickles my skin.

And I know everything about this is devilishly wrong and right in the same breath.

The elevator doors open, and he whisks me inside. He doesn't even wait for them to close before he walks me back, pushing me against the wall.

Lifting my arms above my head, he grips both my wrists in one hand. I feel so small right now, so small and breakable.

Break me, fucking break me.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, plucking it softly with his teeth before letting it go. “Is this what you want?” he asks, running his other hand down between my tits, over my belly, and cupping my mound. “You want me to make you scream?”

“Yes,” I answer, my voice floating out on a moan.

“But you can't scream what you don't know. Don't you want my name, so you have something to call out?”

Shaking